When you can think of something in a flash, you will be surprised to find that it may be an insignificant thing in the blind spot of memory, so trivial that it takes a lot of effort for you to recall it, but you just remember it.
They are only a small piece of patchwork in the long river of memory, but the patchwork actually formed the so-called memory, fragmented, but impeccable.
Jiang Che believed in love, and she believed in it even in the war years. It's not the kind of fairy tale where things go smoothly. After all, there is no Prince Charming. It's not the kind of love song where you are saved at the moment of life and death and fall in love at first sight. She just likes that at a certain time, you suddenly remember, oh, so and so and I did something, and then the memory is very clear, just like that, it is soothing.